January 16th, 2001:

Dad’s birthday is today. Gotta pick up my brother, and drag him to my folk’s house. And I gotta be there by 7pm. Out the door now. Bye bye.

Hey do me a favor… send him happy birthday messages. He is 45 years old, and his name is Rick. He is a computer geek like me… so geeky stuff is cool. Don’t mention LiveJournal though. He doesn’t know this is here.

rick@gamma.inkshop.org

ha!

Please allow me to pull back my own hair as I vomit my disgust for you onto this street corner in putrid chunks; an upheaval of your roots in me.

Parasitic thoughts of you have churned in my stomach for far too long, and I blame only myself for not seeing it before now.

You are no longer a requirement.